"Ragnaros is dead?" bursted out the paladin "What were you waiting for, to inform us?"

"I thought you already knew" admitted candidly the sentry"And that you were here to pay your respects to Archdruid Stormrage, or the High Priestess, or Cenarius... After all, which other reason could you have for appearing here when the war is over?"

"It's flawless" sighed the white-haired mage "Please, give us more informations about the murder committed last night."

"I don't know what to say. A herald gave us the news, which I archived personally. I don't even know why, there weren't quests about it."

"It seems like we arrived too late" said the paladin.

"Is it possible to know who is the murderer?" added the mage.

"Ah, yes, it is." She flipped through the archive, pulling out the sheet filled shortly before "Apparently was a team consisting of a druid of ours and a new recruit, a rogue of... gnomic race" specified the sentry, who deducted something too from the umpteenth glance that the two brave friends exchanged.

"And perhaps is it possible to talk with this two people?"

"They'll be here at moments..." replied the elf, who was interrupted by the clatter of a portal.

That very moment, Callie and Pat arrived at Nordrassil's camp, going through a portal that connected the Molten Front to Mount Hyjal.

There was a motionless, long moment of endless silence. The bright eyes of the night elf and the draenei rested on the black-dressed gnome. On the other hand, the mage's robe and the fact that he was accompanied by a paladin in heavy armor, left few choices about who were those two people and why they were there. They found her. Probably the goblins betrayed her, they took a bribe as she bribed their words. The Kirin Tor was pursuing her, they would imprison her, she would be locked in a containment cell for some dozens of years. Astrid would never have her revenge. How much she missed her, in that moment like in all the others that made up her days. No, she would not have been caught, ever.

That long moment ended. The rogue rushed eastwards, the two Dalaran's envoys reacted on instinct following her. Pat, who didn't exactly understand what happened but ultimately wanted to get an idea, shifted from her elfic's sinous shape to a green feline one joining the line of the group.

Leaving the forest behind her, Callie began to climb the highest snow-capped peaks of Mount Hyjal. Still behind her, Razlo grumbled "It makes no sense, where does she plans to run away? There isn't a way out these mountains" at his friend, who replied "This is exactly what worries me."

At some point they found themselves on the top of the Rim of the World. The rogue had no escape.

"Listen to us" began to talk the mage "We don't want to harm you. Our mission is only to take you to the Violet Citadel, where you'll face a righteous trial."

"I don't care" said the scornful gnome "I only did what had to be done. Let me go away and nobody gets hurt."

"But we can't let you go, as you can figure. Dalaran's justice forces us..."

Hearing the word 'justice', the rogue rushed against the mage. Reacting on instinct, he yelled "TIME STOP!" casting a spell against the new enemy. An enemy who, ignoring completely the spell's effect, was swooping down on the purple-dressed night elf. Only a fast intervention of his draenei friend, which intercepted the attack with his shield, allowed the mage to keep his head attached to the neck.

The paladin, counterattacking the rogue, asked without turning towards his friend "Hey, what's wrong? It's not like you to miss a spell."

"I didn't miss it" replied the mage confident "I'm sure of it."

And trying again, he yelled "SLOW!", casting against the gnome another spell. Which failed, like the previous one.

"I don't unders-" and only then, the mage noticed that the hair color of the rogue was strangely changed. It was now scarlet, red as blood, as the goblin depicted her. Nevertheless he was certain, sure, that the first time he met her she had a different hair color.

Razlo, cleaving his pointed axe, almost scored an hit. The rogue's agility allowed her to save her own skin, but sacrificing the goggles that were covering her eyes, which now were visible to her pursuers. They were red as her hair. By now there weren't anymore doubts, she was really the person they were looking for. Who, more angry than before, leaped over the paladin to try to lash out again against the mage from the frail appearance. When all of a sudden some roots, emerged from the underground, blocking her attack.

Patricia arrived, and she casted a spell to stop her.

"Callie, I don't know what you have done" admitted her quiet "But I think we should stop and talk about it without bloodsheds."

Callie felt disappointed. She probably thought that her new friend could understand and help her. Instead she was alone in the world. Completely alone, since Astrid passed away. The happy times they lived in their little house, close to the sea, were over. With these thoughts in her heart, the rogue freed herself from the roots that were snaring her. But instead of lashing out against the night elf, she aimed at the depths of the mountain, plunging into the void.